Monday Moan

I’m usually pretty easy-going, but there are some things that are certain to get me riled, especially lately as quite honestly both of us are well and truly pi55ed off.

We should’ve taken bets on this meeting taking place on Friday. Mr Marina Owner couldn’t make it, or at least that was one of the excuses told to one boat resident (not us).
I was told this afternoon that the meeting would be tomorrow now. I shrugged and said ‘Fine’ then walked on with the dog to the Avenue.
Another boat resident was told a meeting was to be held next week.
All depends who you speak to I suppose.
Whatever.
Hubby had to have a blood test this morning and had to go to the new Medical Centre that opened last week amalgamating all three town GP practices under one roof.
Big Sign saying no GP parking on this site (WTF?) so he parked in a hospital disabled bay instead.
Big Sign saying No Scooters in the Medical Centre. Another kick for disabled people in mobility scooters or electric wheelchairs.
Our ‘surgery’ shares the second floor, so up in the lift where buttons are at eye level, so even if you could get in on your scooter, you couldn’t reach.
Upstairs, the (long faced) receptionist points you to a waiting area as the auto log in cue board isn’t connected up.
The intercom to call patients isn’t working yet either, so they still have to come and get you (I actually liked that at the surgery).
Know what was absent?
Ringing telephones.
In the twenty minutes we waited, we didn’t hear a phone ring anywhere.
I called the number programmed into my mobile, and got a recorded message, by a Doctor, confirming the surgery and asking me to hold the line as I was put through to a receptionist who would ask me some questions. Not in this complex obviously.
OK, businesses transferred into new buildings can expect teething problems, but the local radio was singing this place’s praises saying how much better it was going to be as patients would be able to see the doctor of their choice, there were more practice nurses for non GP appointments yada, yada, yada. One patient had been told to see a particular GP on Tuesday so had come up to the surgery to make an appointment.
‘Sorry, you’ll have to ring on the day.’
No change then, as again, you can’t make appointments in advance.
We have decided to do just minimal work in the boat for the time being, but after searching the shops for blinds to replace our curtains and coming up empty, we ordered them on-line from a major discount store.
We have two reservation numbers, one for one blind to be collected today and the other for the remaining three to be collected on Friday.
Price is £11.99 each, yet they have calculated the total of our order at £95.92.
We went in today to explain that we wanted to collect all four blinds at the same time to ensure they were the same design and colour match, and query the cost.
The girl was helpful and extended today’s collection until Wednesday, when we will have to call and extend it again until Friday when the others are due in. She confirmed the individual price and order total at £47.96 to be paid when we collect our goods.
Both of us sense disaster, a non colour match or they are not as described in the catalogue.
The final straw today though had to be from the vet.
Addressed clearly to me, and mentioning Maggie by name, it had a cute little bunny on the card telling me that there was a shortage of rabbit vaccine and Maggie’s booster was due.
Maggie does not have a scut or like lettuce.
I simply scrawled RTS over my name and address and put it back in the post as we don’t deal with this vet now anyway. We didn’t like his attitude to us or the dog when Maggie was looking at having major surgery in December 2015.

Note:
RTS is very Elvis: Return to Sender

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Monday Moan

  1. The Hook says:

    Love this post – and the Elvis reference!

  2. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
    (Hope Maggie isn’t too insulted over the bunny mistake!)

  3. Deep breaths. Thinking of you. Loving the RTS !

  4. Hope the rest of the day goes better … It’s good to have a moan every now and then 🙂 …

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